LATEST FROM THE CLEARING

Aqua Vitae by Kirsteen McNish

A trickle of water dances over my feet, releasing a barely audible sound.

A Welcome from the White Cottage by Liz Williams

‘Wales was an old crush I couldn’t shake. The solitude of its remote coastlines; an oldness that boasted permanence’

The painter’s chair / Attending by Fiona Sampson

like a new
thought or like
the curlew’s
call that                                                                       
doublejoints
across the Sound

Dent by Myna Trustram

lichen spatters hawthorn branches like paint on a studio floor.

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